Book Eight
It was my least favourite book that I have read since I've been here. I really couldn't understand what all the fuss was about but I don't doubt for a second that I have missed something glaringly obvious.
It's only 118 pages long but it took me a week or so to get through it. I grabbed a few pages here and there as I got the ferry too and from work. In hindsight I should've tried to read it in one hit. Maybe I would've enjoyed it a bit more if I'd done that.
I think I read the book without really understanding what it was trying to get at. When H bought it the guy in the book shop said that the book "really sticks with you". I suppose it is very well written but I don't think I have been asking myself the questions I am supposed to. Why did you think it was so good Mike and Andy?
Anyway Book Nine is another one that finds itself in the 'Classics' section in bookshops the world over. I never thought I would ever pick it up, let alone read it, but I'm really looking forward to it. Details to follow in due course.